Yet lurk'd there tender gems beneath,

Ere long to bloom in glorious wreath.
While Priest and Scribe looked on and frowned,

His little ones came chanting round

Hosanna to their King.

7.

THE OAK.

"What went ye out into the wilderness to see? A reed shaken with the

wind ?"

COME take a woodland walk with me,

And mark the rugged old Oak Tree,
How steadily his arm he flings

Where from the bank the fresh rill springs,

And points the waters' silent way

Down the wild maze of reed and spray.
Two furlongs on they glide unseen,
Known only by the livelier green.

There stands he, in each time and tide,
The new-born streamlet's guard and guide.
To him spring shower and summer sun,
Brown autumn, winter's sleet, are one.
But firmest in the bleakest hour

He holds his root in faith and power,
The splinter'd bark, his girdle stern,
His robe, grey moss and mountain fern.

Mark'st thou in him no token true

Of heaven's own Priests, both old and new?
In penitential garb austere

Fix'd in the wild, from year to year
The lessons of stern love to teach,
To penitents and children preach,
Bold words and eager glances stay,
And gently level JESUS' way?

8.

THE PALM.

"Palma virens semper manet conservatione et diuturnitate, non immutatione foliorum."-St. Ambrose, Hexaemeron, iii. 71.

WHY of all the woodland treasure,

Holy Palm, art thou preferred,

When the voice of praise is heard,
When we tread our thankful measure?
Why before our Saviour borne ?
Why by glorious Spirits worn?

Is it for thy verdure, brightest

In the zone of colours bright?
Or that with aerial height
Thou the genial clime requitest,
Like courageous mountain maid,

Nor of sun nor air afraid?

Is it that in antique story

Conquerors own'd thee for their meed? Nay, thine honours are decreed For thy green unchanging glory, Wearing thy first leafy crown, Till thy vigorous life die down.